A/N: Whew! This chapter took too long to write. Apologies again.
Hermione confronts Draco about his skanky past! ...sort of. Then some tomfoolery happens. And as requested, another POV from Theo.
Chapter Twenty
I meander up to the Heads dorm in a drunken haze. Ginny fed me a few too many of those rosy cocktails and my abdomen is throbbing from all the talk of sex I sat through with the girls. I'm drunk and horny and I just want to go find Draco for a shag. If only I could get my legs to move faster... and in a straight line... Yep, definitely drunk. So, so absurdly drunk. 'I can't believe Ginny let me leave by myself in this state.'
I trip on the sixth floor stairs too many times to count. When I finally make it to the top, I'm ready to just lay there and pass out. But since I'm on a mission for a shag, I pick myself up and tread onward... or crawl. Same difference, really. At least it is when you're as drunk as I currently am. Somehow, I manage to make it the the portrait. The password keeper lopes into the painting and asks me the password. I can barely keep myself standing and when I mumble the password it comes out sounding garbled and incoherent. The young girl in the portrait stares quietly and doesn't let me in.
"Sorry, but I can't understand what you're saying..." The girl whispers. I sneer at her.
"Og n'duh ogd nah." I hiccup at her again. She shakes her head.
"No. No. That's not it." She whispers anxiously. I growl impatiently at her.
"Lemme in, ya tiny bitch!" I grizzle and bang on the painting.
The keepers eyes go wide and she huffs angrily then runs out of the portrait in a flustered fit. I scream at her and fall to the ground. I'm about to just use the hallway as a bed when I hear the painting creak open. I shuffle to my feet gratefully and Draco peeks his head out.
"Is that you, Hermione? You're the one giving Femke so much trouble?" He asks me. "Did you forget the password, love?" He grins. I sneer at him and push my way inside.
"Who's Femke? Another girl ya shagged?" I slur at him, angry and jealous and not especially horny anymore. He looks at me somewhat befuddled.
"What? No. She's the password keeper, you silly girl." He explains and shuts the portrait.
"Whaddever." I growl.
"Are you drunk? Because you smell pretty drunk... And flowery..." He scrunches his nose at me. I ignore the question and mosey up to him.
"Yer such a liddle whore." I jab my finger into his chest. He raises his dark eyebrows at my drunken accusation.
"Sorry...? Just how drunk are you?" He asks and grabs my shoulders. I jerk away from him in a huff and ignore his question again.
"Yanno wad I had ta sit through jus now? Do ya? I had ta sit an play nice widda bunch a girls you fucked! Three t'be exact!" I slur venomously. He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at me.
"Let's see..." I count on my fingers. "There was Padma Patil, Lavender Brown an... who else...? Oh yeah... Luna Lovegood... You liddle tramp!" I yell and throw my shoe at him, not concerned with how and when my shoe ended up in my hand. He dodges it easily and paces over to get a hold of me.
"Quit it, Hermione!" He grunts. I uncoordinatedly smack my hands into him and he tries to fight them off.
"Don't do that!" He yells and forces my arms down. "Salazar's tit, Hermione! You're really fucking smashed, aren't you?!" He accuses.
"Fuck you." I spit at him. "Gerroffme!" I struggle in his arms.
"No! Fucking stop, Granger!" He shouts exasperatedly and forces me against the wall. I try to push him off me but my hips accidentally grind into his and I let out a shocked moan, my horniness returning in full force. I recover quickly and look him in the eyes with renewed desire.
"Yer such a fuckin slut. You know that?" I ask him breathily and continue to rock my pelvis against his. He groans and brings his hands to my breasts with a conflicted look across his features.
"You're drunk, love... Really, really drunk. I don't want to... take advantage..." He forces out, obviously trying to ignore his semi hard-on pressed against my leg. I reach my hand down and grope him through his trousers. He moans and rests his forehead on me. I grip him harder and knock his head off mine.
"Take advantage?! Ha! Yer gonna shag me, Draco! Cuz you owe me an apology! Now take me upstairs and get naked!" I command hotly, and somewhat irrationally.
Draco growls and slams his mouth against mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, hot and furious. I bite down hard on it till I taste blood. He swears and roughly pulls away from me.
"Fine. You want to fuck? Let's fuck." He smirks evilly and leans in like a poised serpent.
"But remember... you asked for it." He coos in a menacing whisper.
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Ginny's POV
"Harry, have you seen my purple stockings?" I ask my fiance. Who's sitting on my bed sporting a rather lame expression.
"No, dearest." He replies flatly.
I've been doing some last minute packing since the girls left. Most of them went back to their dorms stupendously drunk. I may have made those drinks a little on the strong side. But then again, I'm no lightweight. I'm practically still sober even though I had four drinks myself.
"What about my charmed, silver hairbrush?" I rustle through my bedside table.
"Didn't you let Hermione borrow it last month?" He asks while biting his nails boredly.
"Shit! You're right! ...And she has my stocking too." I realize. "I need to go get them... Harry? Can you escort me to Hermione's dorm under your invisibility cloak?" I ask him sweetly. He stops biting his nails and looks over to me.
"Right now? Its nearly midnight, Gin. She's probably asleep." He laments logically.
"You don't understand, Harry. I need them. For a... special occasion during the break... Or do you not want to see your Christmas surprise?" I tease suggestively. His eyes gleam with lustful awareness and he shoots to his feet.
"Let's go." He clips hurriedly.
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"She's not answering, Gin. We should head back to Gryffindor Tower." Harry says, disappointed after knocking three times. I shake my head.
"Don't you know their password? Let's just go in really quick and I'll find my stuff. She won't even know we were here." I reason.
"I don't know... I don't think we should... Who knows what's really going on in there..." Harry mumbles with a blush. I roll my eyes.
"Come on. What's the chance of them doing that right now? Hermione was totally blitzed when she left. She probably went straight to sleep. Honestly."
"Fine." Harry sighs. "But be quick about it. I don't want to have to explain to Malfoy why I'm sneaking around in his dorm." I nod obediently.
Harry mumbles the password and we creep into the Heads common room. It's dark and silent and there's a random shoe lying on the floor. Hermione's black maryjane. We sneak through the common room to the stairs. On the way up, I spot the match to the shoe downstairs. When we make it to the landing, I hear noises coming from Hermione's room. I grin and creep closer. Harry follows unaware. I press my ear to the door, giving into my pervy curiosities.
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Ohhhh... " A female voice preens with needy creaks of a bed frame.
"Am I the best you've ever had? Tell me I'm the best, Draco! Tell me!" The voice pants and the creaking halts completely.
"Fuck! You're the best! I swear! No one else comes anywhere close! Now pleeeeease keep going!" A male voice desperately pleads. The bed frame creaking resumes and multiple moans follow.
I cover my mouth with my hand and Harry stares curiously at me. I grin and wave him over to the door. He cautiously presses his ear to the door and his eyes immediately widen.
"That's right, you dirty little bitch! I'm the best! Those other girls were just common whores!" The female voice shouts angrily.
"Now take my pussy! Take it, Draco!" The girl wails.
"Ah! Fuck, Hermione! Don't stop!" The male voice grunts. I hear a sharp slap against flesh and hurried female moans ensue.
Harry rips his ear from the door with a horrified expression and I laugh silently, desperately trying to keep quiet. Harry's face is beet red and I keep my ear to the door to hear them finish.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Faster, Draco. F- faster! Yes! Ohgodsyessss!" The girl let's out a long high pitched shriek as the creaking continues at full speed. The girl whimpers one last time and a loud male moan proceeds it, then all goes quiet. I wait to see if any other suggestive noises follow. When I determine that they're quite finished, I turn back to Harry.
"I think they're done." I whisper to him and giggle at how uncomfortable he looks. I bring my knuckles to the door and Harry's eyes go wide with horror and he vigorously shakes his head.
"No! No! No! Shit, Ginny! Don't!" He whispers furiously.
I grin wider and tap my knuckles against the wood in rapid succession. I hear another groan from within and footsteps pad against the carpet. The doorjamb jangles and Harry swears again. I stand at the ready and the door swings open to reveal a highly disheveled Hermione, clad only in a thin dressing gown with her cleavage in full view. Flushed and wild-eyed and hair all messy from sex.
'Just fucked is a really good look for her... Huh. Who knew?'
"Ginny?" She asks confused. I smile innocently.
"...fucking weaslette..." I hear a grumble behind her.
"Hope I'm not interrupting, Hermione. I- ah... need those purple stockings and my hairbrush back." She just stares at me in a probably-still-reasonably-drunk daze.
"Oh... Um... sure. Hold on." She walks away unembarrassed, leaving her door open.
From the doorframe, I spot Draco laying in Hermione's bed, tangled in her blue sheets. He's staring at the ceiling, hands behind his head, still very naked. He's clearly in his own world and mumbling something under his breath.
"...thought I was going to be the one in charge... bloody dominatrix or some shit... nasty witch..." I make out some of Draco's awed disbelief.
Hermione fiddles around in her drawers while I wait. Harry stands against the wall, out of site, clearly not wanting to make his presence known. I leave him be and watch Hermione's rear bounce around as she bends to rifle through a lower drawer.
'She does have quite a shapely arse...' I notice in a purely friendly, non lesbian sort of way.
I glance back at Draco and see him taking in the same view. His grey eyes dance with delight as he watches Hermione frolic about her room. He must feel my gaze on him because he turns his head and frowns at me.
"Alright there, weaslette?" He asks smugly.
"Fine. Thanks, ferret." I provide flatly. "Enjoying a nice, inebriated Hermione, I see." I say smirking. He chuckles.
"Oh, yes. Should I thank you for getting her so horrendously drunk?" He asks accusingly with a small smile on his lush lips.
"I- ah... That may have been my doing, yes." I confess to him. "But really, who knew she was such a bloody lightweight? She only had a few drinks." I argue. Draco smirks.
"I may be drunk, but I'm not deaf." Hermione interjects and walks over to me with my brush and stockings in hand. I chuckle.
"No one said you were, love." I assure her. She snorts inelegantly.
"Here's your shit. Next time you wanna listen to me bang Draco, just ask. No need for some lame excuse like this." She grins and dumps my stuff into my arms.
"I'll be sure to do that, Drunk Hermione. And I'll remind you of this little moment when you're sober again." I threaten with a grin of my own. I hear Draco chuckle behind her.
"Who says I won't remember it all by myself?" She protests. I cackle wisely at her.
"I'm saying it, right now. Hermione, dear... you aren't going to remember any of this." I promise her with a shake of my head. She scowls.
"Later. Love ya. Bye." She waves snootily and shuts her door in my face.
'She's a bitchy drunk...' I turn back to my fiance.
"Come on then, Harry. Let's go cuddle in my bed and forget about all this nonsense." I coax the unhappy boy. He gives a little smile in response an we trot off back to Gryffindor Tower.
End of Ginny's POV
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'Ugh... My head feels like bloody murder... Oh gods. I'm never swallowing anything Ginny gives me ever again. Never. Ever. Again.'
I sit up slowly, head pounding and making me disoriented. I go to stand and Draco grumbles sleepily beside me. When I'm on my feet, an intense wave of nausea hits me and I fall back onto my bed. I whimper and shake Draco awake.
"Help me." I plead to him. "Make it stop. Pleeeeeease." I cry. Draco sits up and rubs his eyes.
"That must be a wicked hangover you're nursing there." He yawns. I groan and close my eyes. He sighs, pulls on his boxers and gets up to leave. "I'll be right back." He promises. I wince in pain and curl in a ball, waiting for Draco to return. When he does, he holds a little blue bottle in his hand. He sits down beside me and offers me the tincture.
"Hangover potion." He explains. I nod, intensely grateful and knock back the liquid. It's fizzy and salty but goes down easy enough.
"Thank you." I clear my throat and set the empty bottle on my bedside table. The potion seems to take immediate effect and my headache nausea combo dulls considerably. I relax back into my pillow. Draco stares at me for a minute, his eyes hinting at some sort of internal debate.
"Do you remember last night at all?" Draco asks me casually, trying to mask some emotion I can't identify in my lethargic state.
"Last night? Fuck no. I was way too drunk." I puff out tiredly and he gives me that I've-got-a-secret smile.
"You were quite dreadful to me, you know." He says with a faux pout.
"Was not. Liar." I tell him, eyes half open.
"No, really. You were. You went on a rampage, called me a whore, chucked your shoe at my head and then fucked me into submission." Draco says simply. I widen my eyes at him.
"Did not." I mutter horrified.
"Then why are you naked, love?" He asks with a condescending smirk. I look down to see he's right. I'm totally naked, my bare peachy nipples proudly sticking up. I bring a hand between my thighs to check for evidence of coitus and find it immediately. I pull on my sheets and narrow my eyes at him.
"You took advantage of a drunk girl?" I accuse. His eye twitches impatiently at me.
"Absolutely not." He sputters with annoyance. "You practically forced me."
"Ha! As if, Draco." I scoff and his eye twitches again.
"I have the memory to prove it, darling. Perhaps I'll show it to you one day... And we will finish this conversation later." He says threateningly. "But forget about that for now. We have a train to catch." He slaps my covered thigh and stands up again.
"Bugger! You're right!" I throw my sheets off and look around for my clothes. I spot my panties, jerk them on and grab Draco's shirt off the floor to pull it over my head. Draco stands in the doorframe and watches.
"I have some business with Slytherin house that needs to be sorted. I won't be back in time to escort you to the train so I'll meet you there, darling." He tells me in a vaguely suspicious manner.
'He's hiding something again...' I realize exhaustedly. 'Will we ever get over this? This keeping things from each other?' I shake my head and decide to let it be for now.
I walk to him and give him a quick kiss goodbye then a small angry smack on his bum. He squeezes mine in response and I break away.
"Right. See you then, lover." And I shoo him off.
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Theodore's POV
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't warn you sooner. I was so drunk an- and high and... Gods, the state I was in... It was like, in my head, her fate was already sealed, ya know? Fuck, thats horrible... I'm- I don't- I'm so fucking sorry, Draco. She's okay right? They didn't...?" I stutter and plead with him, awash with overwhelming guilt. He stares solemnly, sitting across from me in the deserted Slytherin common room and lets my apologetic words tumble out.
"No." Falls out of Draco's mouth like a heavy weight. "They didn't rape her. But not for lack of trying..." He grimaces bitterly. I sigh with relief at that.
"I'm glad they were expelled... Pansy has been weird. Paranoid... That's your doing, isn't it? Y- you did something to her? Because of what she tried to make happen." I ask him warily, not entirely sure if I want to know the details.
It's no secret that Draco had vigorous death eater training. Even despite being a spy for the Order- a fact not many others are aware of. There are a significant number of things he could have done to Pansy that I would no way of being able to identify, since I wasn't really involved with all of that, never having actually taken a dip into the dark arts. My forearm still mark free, thank Salazar. Draco, being a Malfoy and all, wasn't so lucky as I. His name left him with certain obligations to the Dark Lord that weren't thrust upon most of the lesser houses, like my own. It's remarkable that he and Snape were able to keep their cover for so long. The Dark Lord was famous for his skills in legilimency after all.
"Yes." Draco disturbs my morbid reverie. "I dealt with Pansy. She's the reason I've come to visit you actually. When all this catches up to me- what I've done to her, I mean- I'd like you to stand testament to Pansy's actions. I want you to be on my side when McGonagall finds out the truth. Can you do that for me? Can you face McGonagall and give her the... evidence?" He rolls the word meaningfully on his tongue.
'Evidence? Is he asking...? He is. He wants me to give McGonagall my memories. Memories to incriminate Pansy. Sly bastard...' I nod confidently at Draco, understanding, and even respecting his intentions.
"I can do that for you, Draco. And I will. But can you forgive me? For... hesitating?" I ask him nervously.
"Of course, Theo. I know you didn't want any of... of that to happen. And if you weren't so utterly faded that night, I'm positive you would have told me of Pansy's plans much sooner than you did." He delivers in sturdy yet forgiving tone, much to my relief.
"Thank you." I breath out gratefully.
"But Theo... Should I be worried? Blaise mentioned that you've been using quite heavily this year..." Draco's eyes flash with momentary concern.
"I know I have a problem." I say lowly with my head down, ashamed. "I'm... working on it. After that night at the party... It was just so obvious."
"Do Blaise and I need to cut you off?" He asks seriously with legitimate intent to help me by doing so. I shake my head.
"No. I've been weaning myself off. It won't help to go and stop completely at this point." I reason with him.
"Okay. But can I ask why you've developed this dependency to begin with? You knew the dangers of getting... attached." He asks with an undercurrent of annoyance. I chuckle mirthlessly at him.
"That's a bloody stupid question, Draco. You knew my family. You're well aware how fucked my life has been. You can't blame me for wanting to escape it for a little while. I guess I just got out of hand in doing so."
He nods knowingly. "I understand. That reminds me. Uh... Are you going... home for the break?"
"To that place? I can't go back there. It might be empty now but there's still too much in that house. I'd rather be lonely here with the rest of the... orphans."
"That's... Gods, that's fucking depressing, Theo. You're not a sodding orphan. You are so much better off without that monster you called a father. No disrespect. I'm not trying to be insensitive..." My blonde friends trails off uncertainly. I smirk.
"Forget it, mate. You're not offending me in the slightest. He was scum. I know. I don't mean to say I miss him." I say with a shudder. "But, yeah. I'll be staying here for Christmas."
"Alright. And uh... I don't want to sound like some blubbering first year Hufflepuff, but know you're always welcome at Malfoy Manor. Um...Mother says she misses you." Draco says somewhat awkwardly and scratches his neck. I grin at him.
"Awww, Draco. How sweet." I bring a hand mockingly to my heart.
"Oh fuck off, Nott." He scowls at me and I grin even more.
"Damn. Granger must have really done a number on you. A year ago you wouldn't be caught dead saying this kind of shite to me. Has all that emotional, Gryffindor nonsense been getting under your skin?" I tease him.
"Prick." He grumbles, trying to hide a smile. "But in all honesty, yeah. It probably has. Granger is very persistent, you know. And for some bizarre reason that doesn't bother me at all." Draco confesses without shame.
"Oh. She's a tenacious one, alright." I agree. "So... Any chance you'll tell me what you did to Pansy to make her so miserable?"
He rolls his silvery eyes. "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, Theo."
I sigh. "Fair enough. So we're good?" I ask him. He smirks.
"We're good. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a train to catch and a girlfriend to guilt trip." He stands from the sofa, brushes off his trousers and gives me a farewell salute, to which I return good naturedly.
"Have fun." I chime as he struts out of the common room. He waves his hand without turning and clicks the portrait closed behind him.
I ease back into the velvety chair and stare at the blazing fire. As I mull over some of the things I discussed with Draco, I come to the conclusion that to move on with my life, I need to cut off some of my dead weight. And one thing in particular comes to mind when I think of dead weight. So without further ado, I grab parchment and a quill from the table beside me and jot down a quick note.
"Dear Geralda Dwerryhouse (Head Realtor of Wizarding and Magical Properties),
With recent events in the magical community, I have come into my inheritance and now am the sole proprietor of a large property in Cornwall. I should like to meet with you and discuss the selling of said property, as I currently have no use for the estate. Please owl me back at your leisure with any inquiries you may have regarding the estate and the land on which it rests.
Yours respectfully,
Theodore M. Nott"
There. Short, sweet and to the point. With a quick once over to check for any misspellings, I deem it acceptable and roll up the parchment. I sign and wax seal the letter and make for the owlery with a noticeably lighter bounce in my step. But then again, that could be from the muggle addy I popped twenty minutes ago.
Who can really say?
End of Theodore's POV
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